AND He moved to something that seemed a charming home in Missisauga. I rented a basement with my spouse Jaysin. It started about a month after the introduction, from the sounds that we could not put, and the things were moved, and the entire cabinets were set within a few minutes. Then petite children's hand prints began to appear on my wardrobes, began to appear in the mirrors in the bathroom, it all began to break. We tried to be genial to them because we heard the sound of children, we tried their mother because we sympathized with them. I lived there all the time, I was depressed. One day I saw the boy “John” crying in the corner, and then in the middle of the room, crying in my dress in my dress. I talked to him, gave him toys, told him that everything was fine, things calmed down for a moment, then they stopped together. I cleaned the house and it seemed that they left. However, everything expanded a month later, worse than before. Jaysin began to be hit, poked and hit.
I was poked and experienced a feeling of sadness, almost as worried, I didn't understand it. I began to have repeated dreams about “John play and then dying.” Each time he went to death in my dream on an apple. It made sense to us because we lived, it was once a farm. However, the visit did not stop. We tried to neat the house again, stopped for the next month, and then deteriorated, physical contact became even more aggressive.
One night my friend Ash stopped and said she heard laughter and sinking in the kitchen. She claimed that at the beginning she thought it was my rabbit, but then she realized that the rabbit was in her cage in my room. She said she had heard a gentle cry, a little girl, she thought. Then she never returned to my house.
Another night, Jaysin was stormed and hit violently and asked if he heard him, hit him very difficult, and then said: “Is there anything you want me to know?” He hit his head again, all this time I heard gentle sounds that I couldn't put. Then he asked: “How old are you?” First, he hit his head 8 times, then 6, then 8, then asked: “Is there anything you want to show me?” He began to hit him difficult, and then asked: “I will change the places of the house when I call this place, let me know.” He began to call the areas when he said the kitchen, he began to hit him many times. He went to the kitchen and heard the rustle of rubbish and ran back to the room.
Then the sounds and sounds became louder and more persistent. On thanksgiving, where we enjoy dinner, and the plates and dishes in the kitchen crashed in the sink. I also had crushed (special wax on the violin) broken into pieces, and my goblets were destroyed, and the knives thrown out of the walls. The next day I sat at the computer and was broken in my head with an hidden blunt object. It seemed that I got a scratchy end to violence. I was at home again,
I have the impression that I would be observed and the feeling that I wanted to be dead. After that I always felt at home.
One night, I and Jay were lying in bed. Until then, we couldn't sleep in the shadowy anymore. We saw a shadowy shade appearing in the corner and grows and grows, jumped into normal lightweight and disappeared. I became with this feeling again …
It gets really scary here. I started to feel that there was more than one thing at home. I started to preserve a lot (stomach and sore). We couldn't figure it out. I still didn't feel welcome in my own home and I wasn't sure what to do. One night, just before Jaysin's return, a shower and I thought he returned home when I heard “hello”, I shouted “Hi”, but he didn't answer. Then I saw a very terrifying face, looking at me through the shower curtain, I hit the veil, called Jaysin an!*%$#, And I watched that nobody was there. Jay wasn't at home yet. I left a damp shower, only in a towel and sat down on the stairs until he returned home.
Another night before he returned home, I was in the shower again. Jaysin was supposed to be home at any time. He entered the house, crying, leaving the bathroom, bleeding from my face. I was scratched 18 times perfect lines throughout the cheek! He calmed me down and went to the bedroom. He checked the bathroom, in one minute I was attacked again, this time on both breasts, at their top, 22 slices on each of them. He wanders, goes to the bathroom to neat my face and chest, and then turns to a second, and I get it again, along my back and spine. They burned like tomorrow, it was a worse pain I've ever felt and also burned for three days. We decided to leave as soon as possible.
The night before moving, I went to sleep and woke up perfectly in the morning, but my leg killed me, I couldn't think of why, being half sleeping, I didn't think to look at my leg. Later in the morning I wondered why my leg was so damn sore. I looked down and was so shocked that it had a burn from a space heater, the size of my hand, 2nd degree. What struck me is the fact that I am the lightest sleeping in the world. Jaysin once moves in a dream, I don't sleep. The burn still did not cure and two and a half months have passed, and my chest is now afraid.
The only thing I am grateful for is the fact that I live and from there. If anyone knows about these things, leave a comment or write to me: Miss_Mittins [at] Hotmail [dot] com.
Although since then, the following photos have cured, taken today, they may continue to show some traces left by the attacks:
